Sam/Jack ship day 2022
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Sam opened her eyes. She noticed that the door of the bedroom was ajar. Someone had opened it and it wasn't her, unless she became a sleepwalker... She sensed a presence. She resisted her strong urge to go back to sleep to switch on the light on the nightstand. She jumped, surprised.
"Melody?"
Sam glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Six a.m. She rested on her left forearm and tried her best to keep her eyes opened.
"What are you doing here?"
Her five years old daughter was standing in pyjama by the side of the bed, cuddling her white Teddy Bear between an arm and the chest. Contrary to her mother, the little girl was fully awoken. She had the face of someone who was on the verge of declaring something very important.
"You're okay?" Sam asked, worried that her daughter wasn't reacting.
"Mommy, when are we gonna go fishing?"
Sam blinked a few times, caught off guard. She had expected all possible emergencies. Mommy, I'm not feeling well. Mommy, I'm hungry. Mommy, I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you? Mommy, I miss daddy, when is he coming back? Mommy, there's a problem with Kevin. Mommy, please, save Marie Curie! Because there was a hole in Marie Curie, the white Teddy Bear with a pink snout and a pink ribbon around the neck, or something worse.
Not: Mommy, when are we gonna go fishing? At six in the morning.
Sam eventually giggled. "Sweetie. You. Are. So. Jack O'Neill's daughter."
The girl kept a serious face. She wouldn't leave the room without a clear response.
Sam smiled. "This weekend, sweetie. Daddy's back tomorrow, and we'll all go fishing this weekend."
Melody smiled, happy. "Okay. I'll be in my bed. See you later!"
The girl exited the room, proud of the mission accomplished. Sam's look followed Melody leaving. She stayed silent for a moment, nonplussed. She eventually shrugged and fell back onto the bed.
Jack would be proud when she told him.
Better come back from Colorado on time or there would be a diplomatic incident.